Near the river
watching the illusionairy paradox.
What can I expect,
a bullet or a kiss ?
Reconsider a wordless moment
the enormity before her frightened eyes,
she is entering the Garden
like a mysterious child,
her knowledge was stolen
but incomplete and became a dark hell
when he tried to knock on heavens door.
Slaves of hate
you better pay attention,
the Goddess is wathing you
from your own kitchen.
Do you have no shame?
If you ain't pure enough to pick up
a stone, you got to keep on rolling.
"Only Love can see you through."
Your lips are like roses in the dawn
in the city of Love.
(bullets and bombs never can get through
the mirrors of our hearts)
Untouchable in the Garden,
streams of consciousness
always here and now,
we are watching you from the unveiled
cloud nine, see the flowers,
see the flames of these little candles.
In your own valley of tears they will hunt you
in your common dreams.
(be merciful and try to find comfort
inside yourself)
A masterplan is too much to comprehend
when you have got a monkey on your back.
I is, one love(there is no borderline)
I have lost you in a dream,
thought the world would change.
Deep inside the heart of bliss,
crazy little stardust in the ocean.
The tree is still the tree,
the flower still the flower,
the mountain still the mountain
and the word is not the thing.
The roaring of a fighter jet is cutting trough
the song and prayers of a child,
gravity, being,
the essence of existance and love,
every quark is breathing.
Bees don't live on Mars,
a mountain of fire is holding the ocean
together in our hermetic madness,
stay on the scene
like a mirror machine.
It's time to be honest about
your relations, about your feelings,
about your work, your art and your company,
it's time to be honest about
a thousand different kinds of conspiracy,
it's time to be honest about your love,
your fears, the hate in the back of your mind,
it's time to be honest about your addiction,
your frustration,
it's time to see the doctor, take your pills,
do the yoga, meditate,
it's time to start dreaming, lucid and free
in beatitude,
it's time to be true about
your cosmic complexity
too paradoxical to put in words,
( What is Love?)
the next good book?
Another philosophical relief ?
The wise can't breath in a chemical dust bowl,
there are too much dragons in the sky,
plastic scars in every river,
the ocean stoned by a grain of sand.
Be honest what you have found,
what you have lost in diversity,
be honest about too much,
be honest about the poor, about your longing,
the will to have it all,
no matter what it takes
in our competitive state.
Be honest about your intention
and be aware of the masks inside
the mighty mirror machine,
wireless connected electricity
digital perfection.
Be honest about my megalomania,
be honest about the sheep
that wants to follow.
Je suis Allah,
what you do to the web...
